Young and naive, they sign up to fight
To return a heroic soldier is the ultimate height
Unaware of the struggles that lay ahead
These teenagers dont think about the thought of death
Lying in wet trenches; the skin on their feet coming off
The high spirits forgotten as the going gets rough
Men strewn on the fields of unfamiliar land
If only the brave generals would offer a hand
Being lined up and shot
Amongst their loved ones, they will never be forgot
As the mustard gas emerges from every side
Grab your oxygen mask and pray that you are one of the luck one's that survive
With every passing second they become nearer to death
Its becoming harder and harder to hold your breath
Bearing the pain is a must
Or your life with disappear in a cloud of dust
Machine guns wiping out the infantry in waves
This whole war is just a childrens game
During the battle you will become cold, injured, and sore
I ask you do you understand what your fighting for?
To return a heroic soldier is the ultimate height
Unaware of the struggles that lay ahead
These teenagers dont think about the thought of death
Lying in wet trenches; the skin on their feet coming off
The high spirits forgotten as the going gets rough
Men strewn on the fields of unfamiliar land
If only the brave generals would offer a hand
Being lined up and shot
Amongst their loved ones, they will never be forgot
As the mustard gas emerges from every side
Grab your oxygen mask and pray that you are one of the luck one's that survive
With every passing second they become nearer to death
Its becoming harder and harder to hold your breath
Bearing the pain is a must
Or your life with disappear in a cloud of dust
Machine guns wiping out the infantry in waves
This whole war is just a childrens game
During the battle you will become cold, injured, and sore
I ask you do you understand what your fighting for?